30. Dec, 2016

Anam Cara

In the beat of raindrops
in the pattern of swallows' flights
high above chimneys and spires

In the trembling of a reddish leaf
on the path that leads home
in the cackling of winter birds
on the tree tops bare and grey

poised between
today and yesterday
my black feathery thoughts
brood over the open fields
till you come and calm
settles in.

Frances Fay